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Searching For Natalie Wood
by Dorian Gray (1997)
***
A man has to attend the theater with his wife. He
doesn't like going to see plays but his wife always
gets her way. He sits there unhappy as hell, until he
sees they something that strikes his interest. (M/F-
teen, husb-cheat, affair)
***
Preston Waterford hated it whenever his wife dragged
him off to a place he didn't want to go.
Like to a community theater production of West Side
Story, for instance. A fly-by-night troupe starring all
unknowns. How good could it be? God, how could any
actress dare play Maria after Natalie Wood?
Movie images of a young Natalie Wood appeared in his
mind... Natalie the child as adorable little Susan in
Miracle on 34th Street, Natalie the teenager as James
Dean's troubled girlfriend in Rebel Without A Cause,
Natalie as Gene Kelly's May-to-December romance in
Marjorie Morningstar, and Natalie as Warren Beatty's
sweetheart Deanie in Splendor in the Grass.
But especially Natalie as Maria, dancing on the
rooftop, twirling, her blue dress spinning high above
her legs, showing a for a brief second her silky white
panties... The image caused Preston's penis to bob up
like a float on a fishing line.
Natalie had been his adolescent fantasy girl; her
classic beauty provided a catalogue of feminine charm
by which he now consciously or unconsciously judged all
other women: short, petite, long brunette hair, brown
doe-like eyes, full breasts, tiny waist - sexy,
neurotic, coy, teasing, starved for male love and
attention...
"Excuse me," she grunted, getting up and pressing down
on him heavily for balance, "I think I still have time
to go to the bathroom before it starts."
Preston watched his wife squirm and wiggle her way down
the row of seats like a boar running the gauntlet. His
wife did not get a high reading on his Natalie Wood
scale. In fact, the meter no longer moved at all in her
presence. Face it: she was too old, too tall, too big,
too pushy. Yes, at McDonalds as well as everywhere else
she had to have it her way.
So why had he married her while still in college? Did
the fact that she had been his first sexual conquest
and that he had shortly thereafter knocked her up have
anything to do with it? Yet after their hasty marriage
she had decided the time wasn't right to have a kid,
and shortly afterwards announced, "Hello? This is
Houston. Sorry, but we must abort," or some words to
that effect. And they had remained childless.
A few minutes later his wife was back, and the show
started, and it was, to say the least, obviously not
headed toward Broadway. Where did they find so many
prancing sugarplums to play the gang members of the
Jets and Sharks? Are they supposed to be intimidating?
Jesus, these sweethearts couldn't fight their way out
of a wet paper bag even kicking high in their high
heels.
But suddenly on stage at the dance, in walks Maria, and
- oh, my god! She looks just like a young Natalie Wood!
Where did they find her? Her face, her hair, her eyes,
her petite size - unbelievable!
Preston and his wife didn't own opera glasses, but he
would always bring his high-powered hunting binoculars
to shows to check out the show girls since they often
had seats far in the back or balcony. But tonight they
were only five rows from the stage, and he hadn't
bothered to take them out of the case.
By the time he had frantically fumbled with the case to
get it open and managed to yank the binoculars out and
get them focused on the Natalie Wood look-alike, the
dainty actress was dancing in her white party dress,
spinning, showing off her legs encased in white silky
stockings, almost to the bottom of her panties, almost,
but not quite, yet so close, so close...
There! That last spin and - oh, my god! Jesus H.
Christ! Innocent little Maria was wearing black
garters! These girls usually wore flesh-colored
leotards. But at the top of this girl's thighs where
the stockings ended, he could see a flash of thin,
shiny red panties tightly stretched over her ass cheeks
and drawn in tightly at the crotch. Was that darkened
area pubic hair underneath - or just a shadow?
Who is this girl? He impatiently flipped through the
program until he found it: Natalie Cox. She's even
named Natalie! Jesus, only a high school student?
Unbelievable! She had been in several theatrical,
choral, and dance productions at her high school and
even appeared in a few community theater plays as a
child, but this was her first big part outside of high
school. Natalie Cox. What a name. Did Miss Cox like
cocks?
Moments later on the balcony outside her apartment the
young actress reappeared, now wearing a white nightgown
as Tony sang "Maria" below. Unbelievable - the
splitting image of a young Natalie Wood.
The binoculars were great. With them he could discern
the smallest details. He was able to determine, for
example, that her hair was real - no wig or fall pinned
to her own. He could even see the tiny toothpick
microphone sticking out of her hair that picked up her
voice for amplification, something also invisible to
the rest of the audience. Yes, she had doe-like brown
eyes just like Natalie Wood. Wow, he could even see the
wrinkles in her moist red lips. And her wet tongue. And
one of her upper molars had a filling in it.
All right! He could see the outline of her garters and
panties though the thin material of the lacy white
nightgown. Jesus, she was still wearing them. He liked
the way this sweet young thing dressed for bed. But
didn't she have time to take them off backstage? What
kind of director would costume Maria in such
provocative undergarments? Didn't he know? And what
kind of teenage actress would allow herself to be
exhibited in such a way? And what would her parents
think watching her, especially her father? Preston's
cock was an erect arrow on a weather vane. If he stood
up now, the guilty staff would point unerringly at the
winds of his desire!
Now Maria was squatting down on the balcony, pulling
the hem of her nightgown up a little over her knees
while singing back to Tony. Oh, my, she has such a
sweet-sounding voice, too, and she's so enchanting, so
feminine, so tiny. Sweet Jesus, she's opening her knees
up just enough to see up her nightgown. Yes! There's
her red panty-covered teenage snatch again!
Preston lowered the binoculars and glanced at her for a
second or two without them. Using only his naked eyes,
he could see a shadow between her legs, nothing more.
He peered again with the added magnification, and, yes,
there they were, her black garters and sexy red
panties. Oh, God, was that a few dark hairs peeking out
at the crotch? Oh, my...
Later in the show Maria started dancing on the rooftop
in a sheer blue dress that flared out fully whenever
she twirled - just like in the movie. Damn! This scene
was added for the movie, something not in the original
Broadway play. He'd never seen it done on stage
anywhere. Preston was beginning to like this director,
understand him even. The guy's no dummy; that's for
sure.
Oh god, please. Will the little teenage vixen give us
another sample of her sexy legs and panties? Is she
still wearing those same red panties above the black
garters? The binoculars afforded Preston a close-up
view of the teenager's legs, which now looked a little
lighter and not as shiny. She wasn't wearing stockings!
She must have taken them off.
There she goes! Oh, my, yes! Yes! The stockings and
garters were definitely off, and instead she had on
thin, shimmering white panties, high-cut, but not
bikinis or thongs. Oh, my God! They even have lace
ruffles on the leg bands. They're stretched nicely over
her firm ass cheeks! And there is definitely a dark
area around crotch. Is that small oval a moist area in
the crotch?
Later the show was over and everybody was politely
clapping, but when Natalie Cox walked out last to take
her bow, everyone stood and cheered enthusiastically.
In the excitement no one seemed to notice Preston's
embarrassing protuberance, which he kept discreetly
covered with the case of his binoculars. As the show's
petite Maria kept bowing and smiling, he reached under
the binoculars case and clutched his enflamed rod
through his clothing and began stroking it up and down
all the while staring at the teenage actress and
visualizing the crotch of her panties.
He needed only a moment or two more - he was almost
there - but suddenly the curtain was closing, the house
lights were up, and everyone was going - just when he
had been so damn close to coming!
While his wife waddled off to the pee line again,
Preston Waterford went backstage to meet Miss Natalie
Cox. And soon he was talking to her, gushing out
compliments like an adolescent schoolboy, not sure at
all exactly what the hell he was saying, praising her
performance, introducing himself, asking questions. Did
anyone ever tell her she looked like Natalie Wood?
"Yes, often," she said. "In fact, she's my idol and
favorite actress. I have tapes of many of her movies.
You couldn't give me a greater compliment."
Yes, she really was a just a high school student, 16, a
junior. No, her parents didn't come tonight. Did he
really ask her that? They were divorced, and she lived
with her mother, a nurse who had to rest before going
to work. Yes, of course, her mother was proud of her
but was just too busy to attend.
Preston? Oh, he was manager of a local CompUSA computer
store. How old? Well, probably at least old enough to
be her father. That last remark seemed to please her,
which surprised him.
Natalie was smiling yet at times giving him an
inquisitive look. And he fantasized about asking her
out, getting her alone and - but, of course, he
couldn't. She'd think he was a daft old man, and,
besides, what about the girl's mother? What'd she say?
And what would his wife say when she emerged from
pottysville? His wife! Yes, he did have a wife, he
recalled, didn't he? Why did he have a wife?
Yes, the young actress was planning to try out for the
next play coming right up, Count Dracula. She was
hoping for the female lead, the ingenue Mina, the girl
Dracula was just dying to sink his teeth into. By any
chance is Preston an actor, too?
As she waited for an answer, Preston suddenly realized
that all of his life had led to this exact moment - an
epiphany. Yes, he had to do it. He couldn't help
himself. He had to go for it. An opportunity like this
would never come his way again. If he never did
anything else the rest of his life, by God, he had to
figure out a plan, a way to fuck this little girl silly
- or else die from trying.
Him, an actor, too? Why, ah, yes, he stammered - how
could she tell? In fact, he was thinking about trying
out for a part in Dracula himself. Great, she said. He
didn't look mean enough to be Dracula. Maybe they'd
cast him as Mina's guardian, Dr. Seward. She'd love
that. She adores older men with beards. That makes them
look so distinguished, especially if they have a little
gray in it. She touched his beard and smiled at him.
She introduced Preston to the director, who had just
walked up. He, too, was an older man with a beard, and
damn if he didn't already have a little gray in his.
But then they had to go. She leaned over and kissed her
new fan on the cheek and said good-bye, and Preston
smelled her sweet sexy scent and snuck a peek down at
her bulging breasts in some kind of white lacy push-up
bra; the fleshy mounds looked as if they were going to
pop out, but somehow they managed to stay constrained.
Her smell was intoxicating, a mixture of feminine sweat
and perfume - was that Intimate by Revelon? God, would
he love to give her a tongue bath!
But now she was gone. His head spinning, Preston found
himself back out in the hall, drifting through a fog,
finally bumping into something solid, his wife. She
squealed and appeared as annoyed as a mother catching
her disobedient little boy with his hand caught in the
cookie jar.
"Where were you?"
Thinking of Natalie Cox, Preston couldn't wait to get
home alone to choke the chipmunk. Hell, maybe he'd even
pork the old wife tonight? How long had it been? A
month? Two? Whatever - but in any event he'd keep his
eyes closed, picturing the teenage actress, the
incarnation of a young Natalie Wood. With Miss Cox's
image in his mind, he could poke a pig tonight. Some
would not approve of such lewd actions on his part, he
knew, but he was sure that Natalie would.
In the days and weeks that followed, Preston was a
happy man. As silly and hopeless as he knew it would
probably seem to anyone else, he was in love with a
beautiful teenage actress. Not Natalie Wood herself, of
course, who had long since been food for worms, but a
live, breathing incarnation in her image, one Natalie
Cox. And, yes, his love was not without lust. He would
love for her to be food for his worm. Life was good and
worth living. He had a song in his heart, a purpose for
being alive, and a stiff pecker in his pants.
Preston decided to get a complete make-over: hair and
beard stylishly trimmed and darkened, new clothes, new
cologne - Stetson - yes, even a new car, and a red one
at that. Imagine! Well, all right, at least a newer car
than that old Plymouth Valiant he had been trying to
coax 300,000 miles out of.
And, yes, almost overnight, Preston had became - a
thespian. He was taking acting and voice lessons. He
was walking around and emoting in a Transylvanian
accent. He had even memorized Hamlet's "To be or not to
me" soliloquy and was reciting it like Bela Lugosi.
But his wife Prudence didn't know whether to be pleased
or not. Secretly she didn't approve of his doing
anything that wasn't her own idea first. Had she wanted
these changes? She wasn't sure. And at least once a
week he was now urging her to have S-E-X, and always in
the bedroom, late at night, and with the lights out.
She didn't mind that so much. At least she didn't have
to fix herself up, and it helped her go right to sleep
afterwards - after she cleaned herself up, of course.
But what had come over him lately? Was he weirding out
on her, or what? He'd even tried to stick his thing in
her mouth. Gross! And - would you believe it - he had
even wanted to kiss her... down there! Ugh! How nasty.
And once while singing "Tonight" from West Side Story,
he had even tried to mount her from behind, telling her
sit on her knees and stick her butt up. Did he think
she was a dog or something? And what's with this finger
in the butt stuff?
And he was always in such a hurry, too. She needed
time, of course, to prepare for sex: get the diaphragm
in, get his condom on, and squirt some sperm-killing
cream up her vagina, just in case. At her age she
didn't want to have an unwanted child. She was not the
type to take chances. And, damn, it wasn't the easiest
thing to do all of this in total darkness, either.
Maybe someone had corrupted his mind with pornography?
That had to be it. She tried to find tell-tale signs of
dirty magazines or adult videos - she even searched his
computer files and read his e-mail messages - but she
couldn't find anything suspicious anywhere. Could there
be another woman? Maybe she'd start checking his collar
for lipstick and inventorying their condom supply to
make sure that none were missing. She had never thought
he was the sharpest knife in the drawer, but why was he
suddenly beginning to lose it now? What was she going
to do with this sick puppy? Maybe the time had come to
consider Plan B and talk to her mother for advice.
Preston was delighted to see Natalie Cox at the Count
Dracula tryouts. All eyes were upon her. She
illuminated the entire rehearsal hall with her youthful
feminine sensuality. She was seated in the back - long,
gorgeous drop-dead brown hair, eyeliner, dark lashes,
shiny bright-red lipstick, and wearing a lacy Victorian
dress with a cape. She smiled, waved at him, and blew
him a kiss dramatically.
Preston was sure glad his acting and voice teachers had
urged him not to effect a Transylvanian accent a la
Bela Lugosi, especially since he was auditioning for
the role of Dr. Seward, an Englishman. He wasn't ready
to take on a starring role like that of the famous
count himself. And at his teachers' request he had
toned down his emoting, too. They had gone over and
over all of Dr. Seward's lines with him and prepared
him well. And it was a damn good thing he wouldn't be
expected to sing.
On the tryout card he listed several supporting roles
he had done years ago back at a theater in another
state, doubting anybody would ever check it. And as
added insurance, perhaps, Preston had even secretly met
with the show's producer the week before and given him
a check for $300 to help with production costs.
Preston's audition was workmanlike, not too bad,
really. Fortunately, most of the auditioners were
women. This drama group apparently had problems
recruiting many male actors. But where had they found
all those fruitcakes for Jets and Sharks?
Young Natalie was sterling - radiantly splendid in her
audition; and she had already memorized Mina's lines.
First, she performed a scene as the innocent, pouting,
sweet, vulnerable Mina; later in the play, after
Dracula had put his bite in her, she was transformed
into the darker Mina under evil count's hypnotic
control, panting, heaving her ample breasts up and
down, rubbing her hands along her legs - sometimes
dangerously close to her crotch - nearly foaming at the
mouth, moaning with an almost sexual urgency for
release. Everyone stood transfixed, mouths agape, and
then applauded wildly. It had given Preston the best
thumper he had had in several weeks.
And then Natalie whispered something to the director,
and she and Preston were called forward to read a scene
together as Mina and Dr. Seward, her loving guardian
and father-figure. Mina was frightened. She felt
powerless to some evil force that was stalking her. She
hugged Dr. Seward tightly and wouldn't let go. Seward
comforted her, rubbing her hair, assuring her that
everything would be all right. She looked up into his
eyes. "Please, help me. I'm - I'm so frightened." And
she teared up and started sobbing.
Preston was visibly affected by her performance. He
dropped his script. For a moment he forgot the sexy
Natalie Cox and saw only a teary-eyed, frightened
adolescent who was reaching out to him for love and
protection. Instinctively, fatherly, he embraced her
and began patting her on the back. "There, there, my
little Mina. Don't worry, child. I'll protect you." And
he started kissing her gently, repeatedly, on the side
of her head and cheek.
"Thank you, thank you," she murmured over and over
tenderly into his ear. "I love you so much. You are
always so good to me. When I'm in your arms, I feel
safe." And she snuggled her head against his chest,
surrounded by his arms. They stayed in this embrace for
several seconds. It felt so good to be holding her this
way. For a short eternity only the two of them existed.
Preston never wanted to let her go.
Then, suddenly everyone broke into applause. "You two
look good and work well together," the director said.
And to no one's surprise, Natalie and Preston were cast
as Mina and Dr. Seward. The director, the same man who
had directed West Side Story, ended up casting himself
as Count Dracula.
After a few rehearsals Preston overheard Natalie tell
someone she was having car problems and didn't know how
she'd get home that night. He quickly stepped forward
and insisted that he would give her a ride home after
rehearsal. "That's so kind of you. You sure you
wouldn't mind?" Would he mind? Preston nearly tossed
his cookies at the thought of finally getting to spend
some time alone with the sexy adolescent and even
getting to see where she lived!
Little Natalie lived with her mother in a small
townhouse apartment. The teenager didn't want to live
in a college dorm - too expensive, too noisy, and no
privacy. The diminutive actress felt comfortable and
secure with Preston, almost as if they were carrying
their roles of guardian and ward beyond the rehearsal
hall and out into real life. But she often acted coy
with him, teasing, flirting, often speaking to him in
her pouty, sweet-and-innocent Mina voice.
Preston suggested that they make it a regular thing,
his picking her up, taking her to rehearsal, and
returning her home afterwards. She smiled, clapped her
hands in delight, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I
was hoping you'd suggest that!"
When Preston went to pick her up, first, as she
requested, he waited in the car; then, he started going
to the door; and, finally, the adorable teen began
inviting him in. She showed him around the apartment
and told him to make himself at home. It was modestly
furnished: living room and kitchen, downstairs;
bedrooms, upstairs. The walls in her bedroom were
covered with theater posters from her many shows.
He met Natalie's mother, a tough, heavy, no-nonsense
LPN. Surely this woman couldn't be the font of
Natalie's beauty and charm. Maybe the girl took after
her father? But there was no father; he had left -
disappeared for good - while Natalie was still an
infant. Mrs. Cox appreciated Preston's interest in her
daughter. The mother was usually in bed asleep as they
left for rehearsal and already gone for her 11-to-7
shift at the hospital by the time they returned
afterwards. The thought of the sexy teenager being left
unattended all during the night and having to sleep in
a house all by herself caused a stirring in Preston's
loins.
But Natalie never invited him in after rehearsal or
ever said or did anything to suggest that she wanted
Preston to behave any way with her other than as a
complete gentleman, an older man she could trust. She
would give him an innocent hug and kiss and sweet smile
as she left his car each night.
One night as they were leaving rehearsal, he asked her
if she had a boyfriend. No, she smiled, looking at him
directly in the eyes. She wasn't interested in guys her
own age. They were too immature and acted silly and
didn't know how to please her. She preferred older men,
even old enough to be her father - she hoped that
didn't shock him. Older men had more money and could
take her places younger guys couldn't; they could
usually be trusted to be discreet; and they were more
likely to know how to please her. Her mother wouldn't
approve, of course, so she had to see them secretly,
which wasn't too difficult since her mother didn't get
home until after 7 A. M. But all these late hours
sometimes made it difficult to keep her grades up at
school.
Was he her type, Preston teased, pointing out that he
was old enough, indeed, to be her father. "Of course,"
she said, suddenly dropping into her little Mina voice,
giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You're almost perfect,
and I love you tenderly. But, my dear Preston, you're
married, and I have a strict rule against dating
married men. If I were married, I wouldn't want my
husband seeing another woman. You can understand that,
can't you, my darling?"
Yes, he could understand that, but he didn't have to
like it, did he? Preston treasured his relationship
with little Natalie, but his sexual frustration was
mounting, and damned if he wouldn't explode soon if he
couldn't figure out a way to mount her. There had to be
a way! He had to fuck her, or he'd go crazy! He'd just
have to be patient, perhaps, and keep pushing ahead.
On opening night, Natalie greeted Preston at her door,
wearing a pink robe, and said she was running late and
had to take a quick shower before getting ready. She
ran upstairs, and he soon heard the water running.
Preston tiptoed upstairs, noticing that the mother was
in her room with the door shut, lights out, obviously
asleep. What's this? Little Natalie had left the
bathroom door open? She was practicing her lines while
taking a shower. The shower curtain was translucent,
but he could make out her delicate teenage nudity, all
4' 10" of her, the fuzzy image of her breasts and dark
nipples, and a dark area in front where her legs came
together.
Her bedroom had a door adjoining the bathroom, and it,
too, was left open. The mother had her own bathroom.
Natalie's pink robe was on the bed where she had
obviously just tossed it. And on top of the robe were a
white lacy bra and red panties. Were these the same red
panties he had seen from West Side Story? Had she just
been wearing these garments? Were they still fresh?
He quickly picked up the bra and put it up to his nose.
Yes, he could smell her sweat and perfume on it. He
picked up the red panties. They were moist in the
crotch, almost sticky, turned inside out. He sniffed
the crotch, and her musty feminine smell made his head
spin and his manhood throb. There was a slight stain in
the crotch, as if from her juices, and from it he could
visualize the size of her small vulva, and he could see
a couple of dark hairs stuck to the crotch. He quickly
returned her undergarments, went back downstairs, found
the bathroom, and quickly exploded all over the sink.
That night she wore a short pleated skirt, pale-blue
stockings, and a white blouse that showed her light-
blue lacy bra underneath. The points of her nipples
were faintly visible. Preston brought his camera to
take several opening night photos for his scrapbook. Of
course, most of his photographs were of young Natalie,
first, in her street clothes she had worn on the way
over, later, in her Mina costume, the same Victorian
ensemble with a cape she had worn to tryouts, an outfit
she had sewn herself.
After a triumphant standing ovation at the play's
conclusion, the pert teenager begged Preston teasingly
until he acquiesced to accompany her to a cast party
that was being held at the house of one of the cast
members. Everyone in the group was of legal drinking
age except little Natalie. But no one objected or even
seem to notice that the teenage girl kept downing one
Harvey Wallbanger after another despite Preston's
gentle attempts to get her to stop or at least slow
down.
As they got into Preston's car later to return home,
Natalie said she was so tired and sleepy that she'd
like to stretch out in the back seat, if it was okay,
until they got back to her house. By the time they
arrived, the young actress was making like Sleeping
Beauty. Preston moved the front seat forward, got his
penlight flashlight out of the glove compartment,
grabbed his camera, put in a fresh new roll, and
slipped silently into the back seat.
"Natalie? Natalie?" he said softly. "We're home. Are
you awake?" Shining the miniature flashlight on her, he
could see that she was lying on her side, looking like
an impish angel, an oversized Barbie doll, lips pouting
slightly out, breasts slowing rising and falling, her
skirt ridden up her legs past her knees, revealing the
top of her blue stockings and the beginning of garter
straps. Softly, gently he tried to wake her, shaking
her shoulders. "Mmmmmm," she moaned softly, slightly
moving her head but not waking.
Preston was nearly shaking with excitement. This was
almost too good to be true. The mother's car was gone,
so she had obviously gone to work. The townhouse was at
the end of a cul-de-sac, so it wasn't likely there
would be many cars coming by this time of the night.
The closest streetlight was down on the corner, so the
car was dark inside - except for the narrow, probing
beam of his tiny flashlight. No one should notice what
they were doing.
Should he find her keys in her purse and try to carry
her inside without waking her? No, she'd probably come
to right away, and then he'd have to leave. Same thing
if he drove her somewhere else, and then she'd also be
frightened by waking up amid strange surroundings. But
what if he insisted? Forced himself on her? No, he
loved her too dearly to hurt her or rape her. Besides,
he was taking enough chances as it was anyway.
He was like a little boy in a candy store, frantically
looking at everything, uncertain how much to get and
what to sample first. He snapped a picture of her, just
as she was, which was sexy in itself. He slowly rolled
her over onto her back, her hair spilling into her
face, which he brushed back to reveal her adorable
facial beauty. The skirt was now almost up to her
waist, just barely covering the bottom of her panties.
He explored the inside of her mouth with his index
finger. God, he wished this were his cock instead
getting ready to spurt globs of cum for her to slurp
up. Could he fuck her in the mouth without waking her
up? No way. What if she suddenly woke with a cock in
her mouth? She might become hysterical. No, he couldn't
risk it.
He unbuttoned the top of her blouse to reveal her pale-
blue bra. Should he undo it from the back? No, it might
wake her, and even if it didn't, would he be able to
get it back on and hooked without waking her? Not
likely! Instead, he gently eased the straps over her
shoulders and tugged the cups down just enough to
reveal the erotic goodies of her aureola and nipples.
God, did she have sexy tits! The breasts weren't huge;
the bra pushed him up to make them seem bigger. But
they were more than ample for her tiny body. Her
sensuous breasts had extremely wide, dark aureola with
firm nipples in the center that jutted out nearly an
inch or so. He gently touched the nipples with his
fingertips and wet them with his tongue, which brought
a sight muffled moan from the sleeping princess. He'd
better be careful if he didn't want to wake her up!
After taking a few pictures, he put her breast toys
away and packed them up so that they wouldn't be
hanging out if she woke with a start. Just then the
lights of an oncoming car glared up the back window. He
crunched down. Was it her mother coming home early for
some reason? Maybe she had tried to call and was
concerned because her daughter wasn't answering? How
would he explain being the back seat with her?
But the people in the car were neighbors returning home
who went inside talking, apparently without noticing
his car or anything unusual. Thank you, God! It was now
time to finally get a good look between Natalie's legs.
He had decided to save the best for last. He'd never
forgiven himself if she had awakened before getting a
good look at her panties and teenage pussy.
He eased the top of her skirt all the way to her waist,
gently pushing her legs toward her, causing them to
fold at the knees, and he tenderly spread her knees and
thighs apart to completely expose her crotch area to
his lustful gaze. He snapped on his tiny flashlight and
slowly moved its thin beam lovingly over her legs,
starting with the ankles just past her shoes, and
proceeding to her calves and knees, enshrouded in blue
nylon, and continuing to her thighs, where the straps
of her garters were attached to the tops of the blue
stockings.
And finally he saw where her legs came together and
illuminated her panties. They, too, were sky-blue, made
of thin lacy nylon, and were high cut. He could see the
dark shadow of her pubic hair underneath. A few dark
hairs were peeking out at the sides. He snapped a few
pictures. He delicately touched the crotch with his
fingertips. The material was slightly damp. He put his
fingers to his nose to savor her feminine aroma. He
slowly pulled the crotch panel aside, revealing her
dark pubic hair and her tightly closed feminine slit.
It wasn't easy, using one hand to hold the material
aside and point the beam of light, but he managed,
using the thumb and middle finger of his other hand to
gently spread her moist pussy lips apart. Natalie
moaned faintly but didn't move and showed no evidence
of waking up. He uncovered the clit at the top and
marveled at her hard round love button. He wanted to
lick it but didn't dare from fear of waking her. God,
the fumes of her teenage pussy were now beginning to
fill the car. What a sweet, sexy scent! He managed to
snap a few pictures of her clit and splayed cunt.
He opened her pussy lips at the bottom and deep inside
her pink folds found the star-shaped opening to her
vagina and begin to slowly insert his middle finger.
Was little Natalie a virgin? He didn't think so, but
it'd be fun to explore and find out for sure. The tight
walls inside were moist and slick, and he rotated his
finger and felt the ridges and then slipped his finger
further inside, snugly encased by the gently clinching
pussy without any trouble whatsoever. Young Natalie's
tight cunt had obviously been violated by a stiff cock-
and perhaps visited often. So Miss Cox liked cocks.
This intimate female chamber had probably been flooded
with warm semen - unless she made her partners wear
condoms. What did she do to avoid getting pregnant? He
continued to explore the slick inner recesses of her
feminine canal until he could feel his finger pressing
against her uterus.
He slide his finger out and smelled its sweet erotic
fragrance. He put the wet finger in his mouth and
sucked it clean - oh, did it taste delicious. He'd love
to eat her pussy, make her come, and then fuck her
tight snatch, filling it full of his warm seed, but he
couldn't do it without waking her.
He unzipped his pants and yanked out his hard, unfed
cock. He spread her pink pussy lips apart with one hand
and began rapidly stroking his engorged staff up and
down with the other. This wouldn't take long. He felt
electrical jolts of energy pulsating from his penis. A
little more, a little more - then, Yes! oh, God,
suddenly he was there. Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm coming.
Gobs of cum began spurting out like an erupting oil
derrick. He quickly turned to one side, so as not to
drench the little girl or her clothing with his warm
oil.
He dipped his middle finger in a pool of his sperm and
smeared it wetly over her lipstick-covered lips and
then inserted the finger into her mouth to leave a
sample of his masculine fuckstuff there. Did little
Natalie like to suck cock? Did she like the taste of
cum? Then he covered his finger with his love juice
again, pulled her pussy lips apart, and tenderly,
repeatedly, inseminated her. "I sure hope you're on the
pill, Miss Natalie, or that this is not a dangerous
time of the month for you, or else you might start
growing this planted seed and make us another little
Natalie. I know I should be more careful, but I just
can't help it." He took his other hand and managed to
snap a few more pictures as he kept finger fucking her
with his spermy digit.
Preston finally pulled little Natalie's dress back
down, made her presentable, and returned to the front
seat. He examined the contents of her large purse and
found, among other items, a bottle of Intimate perfume
and a plastic circle of birth control pills; apparently
she had just started a new cycle.
And what's this? A diary! Great! He'd love to read it.
"Ohhh, my head." She was slurring her words, waking up.
"You were right. I drank too much. I'm sorry. I'm so
embarrassed." He quickly pushed the diary under the
seat. If she noticed it missing before she left the
car, they could search and find it. Otherwise, he'd
find it after she left and figure out some way return
it to her the following day. Natalie was beginning to
move around the back seat, trying to sit up. "Are we
there yet?"
He helped her out of the car and walked her to the
door. "Thank you, thank you," she murmured over and
over tenderly into his ear. "I love you so much. You
are always so good to me. When I'm in your arms, I feel
safe." Was she speaking now as Mina or as Natalie? It
didn't matter. She kissed him lightly on the lips,
staggered inside, and shut the door. Yes, no doubt
about it. He had to fuck her and fuck her good and do
it soon - or he'd die!
The wife was asleep when he got home. Good. He couldn't
wait to read Natalie's diary. He savored it slowly,
cover to cover, which took him a couple of hours. It
was a five-year diary that she had started at age 12.
Natalie had lost her virginity in the 7th grade. She
had a crush on a teacher and teased him until he kept
her after school one day and fucked her. Over the years
she had fucked teachers, coaches, counselors, and even
one principal. The pattern was the same. She'd flirt
with an older man and tease him until he couldn't stand
it any more and ended up fucking her.
While in 9th grade she had sex with a few high school
seniors, but they had come in her too quickly, leaving
her unsatisfied. And one of them had bragged to his
friends about it. She was constantly having young guys
her own age and a little older ask her out, but she had
since decided to stick to older men instead.
A few years ago she had started going to see a shrink.
Apparently, she had been negatively impacted by growing
up without a father. It seemed she often thought of her
older lovers as father substitutes, the psychologist
had told her. She had ended up having sex with him,
too.
Sometimes Natalie would go with one of her older lovers
on trips, pretending to be his daughter. That got her
especially excited. According to the diary, what got
her turned on the most was pretending she was an
innocent little girl and having an older man -
especially one she imagined as her father - be
authoritative with her, not loving and gentle. That was
the only way she really liked oral sex, being told she
had to do it. She had once even tried anal intercourse
like that but hadn't really cared for it.
She had teased the director of West Side Story until he
seduced her. She had especially liked getting fucked in
her Maria outfit. He had fucked her since starting
Dracula, too. One night he had come over dressed as the
Prince of Darkness and had spilled fake blood all over
her before fucking her. He had made the fake blood out
of clear corn syrup and red food coloring. But she was
beginning to get bored with him because he wasn't
coming up with anything new and exciting.
She had mentioned Preston several times in her most
recent diary entries, confessing she loved him dearly
as a special friend, wishing he weren't married. She
had even had a recent dream about him as Dr. Seward,
her guardian, coming to her as Mina, stretching her
across his knees on her stomach, lifting her dress, and
spanking her for being naughty, making her come over
and over before he proceeded to fuck her in the mouth,
cunt, and even ass, making her come over and over even
more. She had awakened from dream, feeling all warm and
wet, and fingered her clit and sopping pussy to a
thundering climax.
Preston had a hard time going to sleep that night.
He saw in the morning paper that the play had received
a good review. The critic said that Preston's
performance as Seward, however, was a bit "wooden"
although "convincing overall, especially in his tender
scenes with Mina." Most of the review lavished
unbridled praise for Natalie's "sensuous" performance
as Mina.
He was wooden, all right. Being around little Natalie
gave him a constant hard-on.
That morning Preston calmly announced to his wife that
their marriage was over. To this perfunctory statement
he added that he was leaving immediately and she could
have anything she wanted - have it all, in fact. The
only thing he desired was his freedom and an
opportunity to start over. The wife ran into the
bathroom, later emerging after he had left, and went to
her mother's, from where called her lawyer, initiating
Plan B.
Later that day Preston moved into a furnished
apartment.
He got the pictures from the night before developed -
he had a friend he could trust do it - and put them
into his scrap book. Looking at the sleeping nymph's
spread pinkness erased any doubts as to whether or not
he was doing the right thing.
When he picked up little Natalie that evening, she
mentioned her missing diary. They searched the car, and
she found it under the seat where it had apparently
fallen from her purse, and she was greatly relieved to
have it back. "Aren't you going to let me read it?"
Preston teased.
"I'd like to. I'd like to share everything with you, if
I could," Natalie said. "But it's too personal, too
embarrassing. But one of these days maybe I'll feel
different and you can read it."
That night's performance was also a smashing success.
The audience stood and cheered wildly. Preston drove
Natalie home afterwards and walked her to the door.
"Natalie, I have some important news to tell you."
"My dear Preston, what is it? You look so serious."
"I've decided to leave my wife. I don't love her and
don't want to be married to her any more. We're getting
a divorce. In fact, I moved out of my house and into an
apartment this afternoon."
"Oh, Preston, are you serious? Do you really mean it?
How do you feel about it?
"Damn good."
"Oh, Preston, my dear Preston!" Natalie grabbed him,
giggling, teasing, kissing him as he picked her up and
twirled her around and around before finally setting
her down.
"And there's something else even more important I want
to tell you, but I'd like for it to be inside, okay?"
"Sure, Preston. I'm so happy."
Moments later they were seated on the sofa, handing
hands. "Natalie, you and I have something in common.
You've always wanted a father, and I've always wanted a
daughter. I'm making a proposal. I want to adopt you. I
want to be your daddy and for you to be my own adorable
little girl. And I don't want us just to pretend this
while we're doing a play. I want to take care of you
and protect you and be your daddy for the rest of my
life. What do you think of that?
Natalie started crying and hugged him. "I'd love for
you to be my daddy. Do you really mean that? But how
could that happen? What about my mother?"
"Well, I probably can't legally adopt you - at least
not for a while. I doubt she'd go for that. But I'll
make you my daughter every other way I can. I'll make
you my legal heir. I'll help you financially. I'll help
you get a dependable car. I'll help you finish school
and go to college if you want. As soon as you turn 18,
you'll be legally free to do whatever you want, and you
can move in with me. I want to love you, give you
everything I can that you missed out on growing up."
"Oh, Preston, I love you so much. I wish I could be
your good little girl. But there's so much about me you
don't know. You probably wouldn't want me if you knew
the truth. I'm not as sweet and innocent as you might
think."
"Natalie, your past - whatever it is - doesn't matter.
It's just that - past - over, finished. What matters is
what happens from now on, today, tomorrow, just you and
me, and I plan to take care of all your needs, all your
needs, understand?"
"Yes, Preston, I understand. I think so. This is too
good to be true. I must be dreaming. I'm so happy."
"Of course, you can continue to call me Preston,
especially when others are around who might not
understand yet. But anytime you want, especially when
we're alone, I want you to call me Daddy, understand?"
"Yes, Pres - I mean, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, you really are
my daddy and love me, don't you?"
"I expect you to love me and respect me as your father
and do whatever I tell you, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'll do whatever you say."
"Good girl. Now listen carefully to what I want you to
do. Get caught up on your homework and get a good night
of sleep. Tomorrow's our final performance. I want you
to explain to your mother that you'll be spending
tomorrow night at a girlfriend's house celebrating the
success of your play."
"I'll do as you say, Daddy, but why will I tell her
that?"
"Because, my dear daughter, tomorrow after the show you
and I are going on a little trip together. We're going
to drive to another city nearby and check into a fancy
hotel as father and daughter."
"Oh, boy, I love trips! But you wouldn't make your
little girl sleep in a room all by herself, would you,
Daddy? I'd get so lonely during the night, especially
if it rained and stormed. I'd need you to protect me -
especially from vampires."
"No, my precious girl, you won't have to sleep alone.
We'll share the same room and the same bed. And I want
us to play a game."
"A game! Oh, Daddy, I love games! You've already got me
so excited."
"I want you to dress up like a young little Natalie.
You can be any age you want."
"Oh, I'd love to be your little girl! Could I be 12,
Daddy, could I? I'd like you to see me as I was when I
was12. Would you like that?"
"You can be any age you want. Twelve is perfect. But
remember, little Natalie, you have to do everything
your Daddy tells you. And if you're naughty and tease
your Daddy too much, he might have to spank you."
"Spank me!" Natalie jumped onto his lap and put her
arms around him. "Oooo, Daddy, you wouldn't really
spank your little girl for being bad would you?"
"Oh, yes, Precious One. I'll insist on it. You'll have
to lie across your Daddy's lap, and I'll have to raise
your dress up, and spank you across your adorable
little ass."
"You wouldn't pull my little girl panties down, too,
would you?" she whispered.
"Yes, I might, if you're naughty and tease your Daddy
too much. Now, I want you to be a good girl and be
ready to leave after tomorrow's performance. We'll stop
on the way so you can change into your little girl
outfit. Now before I leave, I want you to kiss your
Daddy good night."
"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much." She kissed him with
her mouth open and began moving her tongue against his,
whimpering, moaning, pressing her breasts into his
chest, gently undulating her ass on his lap against the
hard bulge in his pants.
"Am I being a naughty girl, Daddy?"
"Yes, my adorable child, I'm afraid so. Keep this up,
and your Daddy will have to give you a good spanking
tomorrow night."
As Preston drove home, he marveled at his self-control
- or stupidity - whichever it was. Of course, he had
wanted to fuck little Natalie silly as soon as
possible, and that could have been tonight. She would
have readily submitted to him and done anything he told
her. But no, he wasn't interested in just a quick fuck.
He wanted their first time to be special, and he wanted
more, much more. He was serious about being little
Natalie's father. Maybe fathers shouldn't do what he
had in mind for her, but he was nevertheless sincere in
everything he had said to her. He wanted to love her
and protect her and give her anything he could that she
might have missed out on growing up. And he wanted to
dedicate the rest of his life to pleasing her in
special ways.
The young actress was ready to go to their final
performance when Preston pulled up the following day.
She ran out, threw her overnight bag in the back seat,
slid over next to him, and started licking his ear and
blowing hotly into it. "I missed you, Daddy," she
purred. "I talked to Mom, and it's all set. I'll be
spending the night at Debbie's. I can trust her. I've
often covered for her when she was supposed to be
staying over with me."
Later at the theater, just before curtain, Natalie as
Mina found Preston as Seward backstage in the darkness.
"Dr. Seward, I don't think you've been giving your Mina
enough of your attention lately." She pressed herself
against him, rubbing her tits back and forth across his
chest.
"Now, Mina, that's no way for a proper Victorian lady
to act toward her guardian," Preston teased back.
Over in a corner Natalie spotted a huge ladder under a
worklight. "Dr. Seward, would you be so kind as to hold
that ladder for me? I want to exercise my calves a
moment or two before the show starts."
Preston held the ladder as she lifted her long
Victorian gown to her knees and started climbing up
directly in front of him. From where he was standing,
as she climbed higher, he had an excellent view of her
legs. Natalie wasn't wearing stockings - no need, since
the gown completely covered her legs. Finally she
leaned forward, sticking out her ass, and he could see
her cheeks covered by thin red panties. Were they those
same red panties? He thought so. She turned around,
facing forward and leaning back, spreading her legs,
giving him a clear view of her panty-covered teenage
snatch. "Ooo, Dr. Seward, what are you doing down
there? You're not trying to look up your little Mina's
dress, are you?"
"Of course not, my child. Now you come on down, for the
show's about to begin."
That night the teenager gave her best performance as
Mina. She was glowing, effervescent. In their scene
where she murmurs, "When I'm in your arms, I feel
safe," she added in a whisper, so soft that audience
couldn't hear, "I want you to fuck me. Don't you want
to fuck your little Mina?" Preston was delighted,
though speechless - yet, to his credit, he stayed in
character and kept smiling tenderly, fatherly, at her.
The show ended amid a uproarious standing ovation
filled with many a "Bravo!" from the cheering fans.
Because of Natalie, the cast had three additional
curtain calls. Maybe the audience had heard what she
had whispered to him after all?
Afterwards, several cast members ran up to the teenage
starlet and asked if she would be coming to the final
cast party. "No, I'd like to, but my Daddy is taking me
out for a special celebration tonight." She winked at
Preston.
Soon Preston and Natalie were on the road. "Oh, Daddy,
I'm going to be a good girl for you. I love you so
much." She snuggled against him and kept touching and
kissing him.
Preston soon stopped at a fancy restaurant. He got a
table as Natalie ran into the ladies room with her
overnight bag. Several moments later she emerged and
skipped over to his table. "Daddy! I bet you thought I
was never going to come out, did you?"
"Come over here and sit beside me, you naughty girl.
Making your Daddy wait so long. It's a good thing we
aren't alone."
Preston was delighted in little Natalie's changed
persona. She indeed looked, acted, and sounded as he
imagined she must have been like at age12 when she had
lost her virginity. Her hair in two small ponytails,
she had removed most of her make-up except for a little
red lipstick. She could have easily passed for a school
girl at a private school. She was wearing a white
blouse through which you could see a sports bra that
almost looked like a training bra except that her
breasts pushed it out much farther than might be
expected for a girl of that age. Below the blouse was a
dark-blue mini-skirt with white knee-high stockings
that left some of her upper thighs exposed. And on her
feet were black school-girl shoes with black metal
buckles.
They were seated in a private corner at a circular
table covered with a cloth that extended nearly to the
floor. Natalie reached under the table and dropped her
fork. "Daddy, would you pleeeease get my fork? I
dropped it under the table."
"Here, Natalie, you can have mine, and I'll get
another."
"Nooooo, Daddy, you don't understand. I want that fork.
Pleeeease."
"It'll be dirty. You don't want to eat with a dirty
fork, do you."
"Pleeease, Daddy, I'll wipe it off. Would you get it
for me, would ya, pretty pleeease?"
"All right, since you asked me so nice." Preston
crawled under the table on all fours, picked up the
fork, and looked over at little Natalie's legs. The
mini-skirt was nearly to her waist, but she was
modestly pressing her legs together.
"Do you see it, Daddy?"
"No, not yet. I think it might be under your seat. It
might help me if you'd move your legs a little bit."
The teasing teenager then slowly opened her legs and
spread them wide apart. Preston was presented with a
clear close-up view of her panty-covered crotch. She
was wearing little-girl cotton panties with red hearts
and yellow flowers on them. He could see the
indentation of her slit but saw no evidence of pubic
hair. Maybe the cotton was too thick?
"Does this help, Daddy? Can you see better now?"
"Yes, Sweetheart. That helps a lot. I see it now. I'll
get it. Don't move. It's right under your seat."
Just then the waiter walked up and Natalie started
giggling. "My Daddy's under the table trying to find my
fork."
"I'm so sorry, Miss. He shouldn't have to do that. I'll
go get another." And he quickly left.
Natalie continued to act playful throughout the meal.
At one point she wouldn't eat her vegetables unless her
Daddy lifted her fork and fed them to her. He was
drinking Southern Comfort and ordered a Shirley Temple
for her, which she drank gleefully.
Afterwards, they drove to a nearby city and checked
into a Hyatt House. Natalie ran into the room and dove
on the king-sized bed and began hopping up and down on
it as if were a trampoline. "Wheee, this is fun," she
said as she landed on her bottom, her dress flying up
to her waist, revealing all of her colorful cotton
little-girl panties.
"Natalie, come over here and sit on your Daddy's lap,"
Preston commanded as he sat on a large sofa in the
room. "Okay, Daddy." The little girl climbed on his
lap, hugged him, and pressed her head against his
chest.
"Natalie, it hurts me to say this, but you've been a
very naughty girl today."
"Have I been a naughty little girl, Daddy?"
"Afraid so. You've been teasing your Daddy all day, and
I'm going to have to punish you."
"You're not going to spank me, are?" The precious
little girl looked as if she was about to cry.
"Yes. Remember I told you that if you were naughty, I'd
have to spank you."
"No, Daddy. Pleeease don't. Please don't spank me. I'll
be a good little girl. Oh, no. Please don't spank me. I
don't think I could stand it if you did."
"You should have thought about that before. Now stretch
out across my lap on your stomach. He positioned her so
that her crotch was directly over his hard cock, which
was pressing against her.
"Oooooooo, what's this hard thing in your pants, Daddy?
It's hurting me. Why don't you take it out?"
"Don't worry about that, little Natalie. Now you keep
still so that your Daddy can spank you."
But the naughty little girl kept squirming her crotch
against his hard cock. Her dress was nearly flipped up
to her panties. Preston rubbed his hands along the back
of her legs, finally lifting the dress to her waist,
revealing her little-girl cotton panties in their
entirety.
"Do you like my panties, Daddy? I got them especially
for you. Do you like the little hearts and flowers?"
"Yes, Natalie. They're pretty. Your Daddy is pleased
with your panties."
"Then you don't have to spank me, do you, Daddy? I'll
be a good girl. I promise."
Preston rubbed his hands against her firm ass cheeks
and massaged them through the cotton panties.
"Oooo, that feels sooo good, Daddy. You like to rub
your little girl's bottom, don't you?"
Preston ran his fingers along the crack of her ass,
pressing in at her asshole. "What's this I feel here,
Sweetheart?"
"Oooh, Daddy. That your little girl's bung-hole. It
tickles when you touch me there."
"And what's this?" Preston was now running his finger
gently, slowly, up and down the slit of the teenager's
tender pussy.
"Oooooh, Daddy. That's your little girl's pussy.
Oooooooh, it feels sooooo goooood when you touch me
there."
"I'm going to take your shoes off. You can leave on
your pretty white stockings." Preston removed her shoes
and massaged her feet through her stockings. "Oh,
Daddy, that feels good when you touch my feet. You are
making me feel so relaxed."
"Now sit up for a minute so that I can remove your
blouse and bra."
"Does Daddy want to see his little girl's titties?"
"You bet, Princess. Daddy wants to see every inch of
his precious little Natalie."
Preston quickly stripped off her blouse and bra off,
leaving the teenager clad only in her white knee-high
stockings and cotton panties.
He sat her on his lap, with his torso between her legs,
folded on either side of him. He rubbed her tits,
making the nipples hard and jutting out. He started
pressing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger
and bent forward and started sucking on them, one, then
the other, finally pressing them together so that he
could suck both nipples at the same time.
"Oooooooh, Daddy, ooooo, that feels so good. Your
little girl can feel it in her pussy every time you do
that. It feels so good! It makes me tingle down there."
"Why don't you show your Daddy where it feels so good?"
Natalie lay on her back while Preston slowly pealed the
cotton panties from her hips and legs. Jesus H. Christ!
Natalie had shaved off her pubic hair! Her pussy now
really did look just like a little girl's! "Now, my
precious Natalie, spread you legs real wide so that
your Daddy can get a good look at his little girl's
pussy."
Natalie held her legs together. "I'm shy, Daddy. I feel
strange with your staring at me. Especially with all
these lights are on. I'll be a good little girl for
you, Daddy, but please don't make me show you my
pussy."
"Natalie, remember, you have to do what your Daddy
commands. Now he's telling you to be a good little girl
for him and open your legs real wide so that he can see
his little girl's tender pink pussy."
"Okay, Daddy, if I have to." Natalie closed her eyes
and slowly opened her legs until they were wide apart.
Her pussy unfurled slowly like a blooming pink rose.
"Now, that's my girl. Your Daddy wants a better look. I
want you to use your fingers and spread your little
pussy real wide for me and show me where it feels so
good when your Daddy sucks your tits.
"Oh, do I have to touch myself there, Daddy? I feel so
embarrassed."
"You want to please your Daddy, don't you? Don't feel
embarrassed. Your Daddy likes to see his little girl
touch her pussy."
Natalie took her two hands and spread her pussy lips
wide apart and pulled back the skin at the top to
uncover her clit. "Here, Daddy. This is where it feels
so good," she said, pointing to her swollen love
button.
"Open your eyes, Precious. I want you to see how much
your Daddy likes looking at your pussy. Natalie shyly
opened her eyes. "Now you keep holding your pussy open
like that, sweetheart. Your Daddy's going to make you
feel even better."
Preston knelt before her spread legs and started
licking and tasting little Natalie's teenage pussy. He
put the entire clit in his mouth and sucked hard on it.
"Oooooooooooooo, Daddy! Oooooooooo! What are you doing?
You're driving me crazy. It feels soooooo
gooooooooooood!"
He licked up and down her female slit, from her clit to
her asshole, even sticking his tongue in her nether
orifice. He pressed his tongue into her vagina as far
as it would go and tongue-fucked her repeatedly with
it. Then he concentrated on her clit again, sucking it,
and lapping it maddeningly up and down in rapid
succession.
"Daddy! Ohhhhhhhh. I can't stand it. It feels soooooo
gooooood. Am I being a good girl, Daddy? Am I?"
"Yes, little Natalie. But now I want you to do
something special for me. I want you to come all over
my mouth."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll do what you say. I'll be a gooooood
little girl and - ahhhhhhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming!
I'm coming! Oh, I can't stop. Oooooooo, is this what
you want, Daddy? I'm cooooomming for you all over your
mouth!"
Natalie kept bucking and thrashing and grinding her
pelvis against Preston's face as she continued to come
several more times over the next few minutes. Finally,
she collapsed and nearly passed out.
Preston grabbed her, sat down, and again slung her over
his lap. "Daddy, what are you doing? Wasn't I a good
little girl like you wanted me to be?"
"Yes, but I nearly forgot that spanking I've been
promising you."
"You don't have to spank me now. I'll be a good little
girl. Please don't spank meeeee!"
Preston pushed his left hand under her until he felt
her pussy slit. Working upward, he found her clit and
rested his middle finger against it. With the closed
palm of his right hand, he swung down and smartly
smacked the backs of Natalie exposed buttocks.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
With each spank, he could feel Natalie's clit throb.
Soon she was very wet there.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry I've been a naughty little girl.
Yes, I must be spanked. Keep spanking me. Ooooh, yes,
harder. I'm a naughty little girl. A naughty, naughty
little girl. Ohhhhhhhh, Daddy, that feels sooooooooo
goooooood. Thank you for such goooood discipline!
Ohhhhhhhh."
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"
Oh, God, Daddy, Ohhhhhhhhh, Oh, my God, I'm
commmmmmmmmming again. I'm coming and coming and
coming. I can't stop. Please stop. Ohhhhhh."
Little Natalie's body was shuttering in uncontrolled
spasms as she climaxed again and again and again.
Preston finally stopped slapping her ass, which was now
flushed pink but not at all bruised. In a few moments
it would return to its natural color. He lifted her
gently and placed her in the center of the bed and
quickly stripped off all his clothes and turned off all
the bright lights, leaving only a little light spilling
in from the bathroom.
Preston stretched out beside little Natalie and lifted
her into his arms and began kissing her wetly, moving
his hands up and down her back and on either side of
her face. "Oh, Daddy, ohhhhhhh, you made me feel so
good. No one has ever made me feel that way before. I'm
still shaking all over like a leaf."
"I love you so much, my precious little Natalie. I love
you with my whole heart, body, and soul. I'm going to
be the best Daddy in the world and take good care of
you."
"Thank you, thank you," she murmured over and over
tenderly into his ear, as he rolled over on top of her.
"I love you so much. You are always so good to me. When
I'm in your arms, I feel safe." He positioned his hard
cock between her legs and felt for her moist opening.
Then she whispered, "I want you to fuck me Daddy. Don't
you want to - Oh! Ooooooooooooooh. Oh, God, it feels
soooooooo good, Daddy. Oh, God, your cock is all the
way in your little girl's pussy, and it feels soooo
goooooood. I thought it would hurt, but it didn't at
all. That's it. Fuck me, Daddy. Keep fucking me. Don't
ever stop. Come on. Fuck your little Natalie. Fuck
meeeeeeeee!"
Preston's cock felt so good sliding into Natalie's
tender pussy. Her opening was tight and had to stretch
a little to accommodate his cock. At first he didn't
think it would go in, but then her pussy's entrance
expanded a little and he pressed forward slipped in as
she arched her pelvis against him, and in a few more
strokes he was pressing the head of his dick against
her uterus and his balls were banging against her
asshole as he kept thrusting into her again and again
and again.
He pressed his mouth against hers and they slobbered
all over each other with their tongues, and she keep
moaning and whimpering and arching her pelvis up to
meet each of his thrusts as he kept ramming his swollen
pole into her again and again and again.
He reached underneath and grabbed her ass cheeks and
jerked her harshly forward against his cock to match
each of his inflamed thrusts.
Then he rolled over on his stomach and had her ride up
and down on his cock, first, facing toward him as he
grabbed and pinched her bouncing tits and, then, with
her on top facing away from him. He used his hands and
strong arms to help her ride up and down and up and
down as his hard cock kept spearing the slot in her wet
slit. She leaned back with her hands behind her and
kept bucking up and down on his cock. He reached around
and fingered her clit, which was swollen and hard. Then
he put her on her knees with her ass sticking up and
pumped her savagely doggie style, in and out, in and
out, smack, smack, smack, his pistoning in and out of
her wet cunt at times making obscene sucking sounds.
As he continued fucking her, he kept picturing little
Natalie in his mind, first as the sexy Maria with her
garters and red panties, then as the coy Mina, teasing
him on the ladder, also showing him her red panties,
later whispering for him to fuck her. He thought of the
teenager's pinkness spread open as she slept in his
car, and he thought of her little-girl panties with the
hearts and flowers.
Then he rolled her over on her back again and lift her
legs above his shoulders so he could penetrate her
deeply and grabbed her at the waist to pull her forward
as he thrust into her again and again and again.
"Oh, Daddy," Natalie babbled, "you are fucking me
soooooooooooo goooooood! Oh, God, I'm going to -
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, I'm coooooooooooooming!
Again! I'm coming again! I'm coooooooooming! Ohhhhh,
Daddy, please come in me. I want to feel you shoot it
in me. Come on, fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck your little
Natalie, fuck me gooooooooooood. I'm your good little
girl."
And finally Preston could hold it back no longer. In a
blinding explosion his nuts erupted and he shook all
over from his toes to his head as his cock began
spewing currents of warm sperm into the farthest
reaches of little Natalie's teenage pussy.
"Oh, Natalie, I'm cooooooooooooooming in you. Ungh!
Ungh! Ungh! That's it. Take it! Milk my cock with your
tight pussy. That's a good girl. You're such a
goooooood little girl." He kept thrusting wads of cum
into her tight snatch as he felt her spasming under
him.
They collapsed into each other's arms and fell asleep.
A little later Preston awoke with a hard-on. Little
Natalie was already awake and stroking his hard cock up
and down. He pushed her head down toward his cock until
it was throbbing in front of her mouth. "What are you
doing, Daddy? No, you don't want me to - and he rammed
it into her oral cavity, causing her at first to gag,
wads of spit sliding down his cock as she slurped away,
first hesitantly, then with more and more enthusiasm
and expertise. It wasn't long until she was able to
take his entire cock down her throat.
"That's a good little girl, Natalie. Suck your Daddy's
cock and make it feel real good. You want to make your
Daddy feel good, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy, I - ooogh, ooogh, ooogh - want to please
you, she tried to gasp while his cock was on the back
stroke.
He spun her around in a 69 position and opened her
pussy as she continued to suck up and down on his cock.
He spread her lips apart and saw that the little girl
was still wet with his cum, leaking, seeping out of her
pussy, down her slit, all the way to her tightly
clinched asshole. He started licking and sucking her
clit and finger-fucking her wet snatch, first, with one
finger, then with two, as he pressed them against the
inside top of her opening, trying to find her sweet
spot, and then -
"Oh, God! I'm coming again - ooogh, ooogh, ooogh -
Natalie gasped between slurps. And she began humping
and sliding her crotch all over his face as she spasmed
again and again.
Natalie, I want you to be a good girl and make your
Daddy come good. And I want to taste and swallow my
cum. And don't you waste a single drop, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'll be a good girl. I want to taste your
cum and swallow every - "
"Oh, Natalie, oh, God, there it is. I'm
cooooooooooming, I'm coming, ahhhhhhh, I'm coming in
your sweet little mouth. Yes, that's such a good little
girl. Swallow all of it. Keep tasting it. That's it.
Get it all. Get every drop. Lick it. Swallow every
drop. You're such a gooooooooood girl."
Spurt after spurt after spurt of Preston's warm sperm
flooded little Natalie's mouth. She gulped and kept
slurping as wave after wave of semen spewed all over
her tongue, against the roof of her mouth, against the
back, cutting off for a moment her air supply, making
her gag, but gamely she kept swallowing the salty,
acidic-tasting slime as it repeatedly coated her mouth.
Again, they drifted off to sleep.
Preston woke later, and as he watched naked little
Natalie lying asleep next to him, he started getting
yet another erection. He could hardly believe it. He
had never been so virile in his whole life.
He reached over and began fingering Natalie's clit and
pussy, which was still wet and leaking love juices.
Little Natalie started to wake up. "Oh, Daddy, you're
not going to fuck your little girl again tonight, are
you? My pussy's so tender and sore."
She rolled over and started kissing him as he
lubricated the opening to her tight ass with some of
their love juices seeping out of her cunt. "Daddy! What
are you doing? You aren't going to fuck your little
Natalie in the ass, are you? You're too big. You'll
hurt me. You'll split me apart with your big cock. Why
don't you let me suck it for you again instead?"
Ignoring her whimpering pleas, Preston pressed a wet
finger slowly up her ass while he used his other hand
to continue rubbing her clit.
He positioned his cock against her anal opening, and
spreading her ass cheeks as far apart as her could, he
pressed slowly forward. It felt like he was trying to
squeeze his hard dick into a tiny knothole in the side
of a fence. Her ass wouldn't budge.
"Owl! Daddy, that hurts! It's too tight! You're too
big. You're hurting me. I can't take it. Please don't
fuck your little girl in the ass. I'll be a good little
girl, I promise, but pleeeease don't fuck me in the
ass. I can't stand it!"
Preston got some lotion and slicked down her opening
and his cock with it and tried again, pressing forward
slowly. She had such tiny little body and her hole was
so small. "Try to relax, Natalie. You have to do what I
say. Your Daddy wants to fuck you in the ass and make
you come. So you be a good girl and try to help!"
"Yes, Daddy, I'll try. I want to be a good girl for
you. You can fuck your little Natalie in the ass and
make her come. Push it in me, Daddy! Please push a
little harder! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I can feel it sliding into
me. There. There! Ohhhhhhh. It's all the way in. It
feels like a hot poker rammed into my guts. Ohhh. Am I
pleasing you, Daddy? Am I? Do you like fucking your
little girl in the ass? Oh, fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it
good, fuck me in the ass, Daddy, keep fucking me and
make me come. I want to be your good little girl. Ohhh,
keep fucking meeeeeeeeee!"
Preston finally felt Natalie's tight ass stretch enough
for him in slide in. Her ass felt buttery and hot and
after a fucking her for a minute or two his cock began
to slide in and out of her easily. He began ramming his
cock into her again and again as hard as he could
thrust it
"Oh, Daddy! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You're fucking me so
goooooooooooood! My ass feels on fire. Oh, God, you're
going to make me come again. Daddy! There! There! Yes!
Oh, Daddy, Oh, Daddy, I'm commmmmmmmmmmming again. I
can't believe it. I'm coming again. Go ahead and come
into your little girl's tight ass. I want to feel your
cum deep inside me. Come in me goooooooooood, Daddy. I
want to be your good little girl.
Preston was almost there. One or two more thrusts and -
"Oh, God, Natalie. That's it! Oh, God, I'm
commmmmmmmmmmming in your tight little teenage ass. Oh,
God, take it all, Baby. It feels soooooo gooooood!
Preston jabbed gobs of cum up ass as he kept sodomizing
her again and again and again until he finally
collapsed next to her. He watch his cum trickle out of
her ass and drip down on the bedsheet.
Preston turned out the remaining light and flopped back
down next to little Natalie, taking her in his arms,
squeezing her, and kissing her wetly, exploring her
mouth with his tongue. She moaned and ardently kissed
him back, pressing her tiny body against his.
"Have I been a good little girl tonight, Daddy? Have I"
"Yes, my precious Natalie. You're the best little girl
in the whole wide world. I love you so much. No Daddy
could love you more. I'm so proud of you. You've made
your Daddy feel very special tonight."
"Thank you, thank you," she murmured over and over
tenderly into his ear. "I love you so much. You are
always so good to me. When I'm in your arms, I feel
safe."
Just then, little Natalie jumped at the sound of
thunder. Lightning flashed followed by even louder
thunder, and high winds began to slam rain against the
windows and roof. "I'm scared, Daddy. I want you to
protect me." She snuggled up closer and pulled a sheet
over them. You won't let any vampire come in and take
your little girl away, will you?"
"There, there, my little daughter. Don't worry,
precious Natalie. I'll protect you." And he started
kissing her gently, repeatedly, on the side of her head
and cheek. She was soon sleeping contentedly in his
arms. For a short eternity only the two of them
existed. Preston never wanted to let her go.
Before he drifted off to sleep, Preston thought about
his lifelong love affair with Natalie Wood. She had
been a beautiful actress, yes, and would always be
radiantly beautiful in her movies, but now she was dead
and gone. The only Natalie that mattered now was his
little Natalie. He wanted his love for her to last
forever. How could he show it? Maybe when she turned
18, he would add another title to that of Daddy. Maybe
he would also become her husband? Maybe they would have
some new little Natalies of their own. Wouldn't that be
great? And how about a web page for his little
teenager? Pictures of her in her panties, pictures of
her spread pink pussy, home videos of him fucking her?
He wanted to preserve their love forever. He wasn't a
CompUSA manager for nothing. Oh, my precious Natalie,
just you wait. Our life is just starting. Some would
never believe this incredible story, but, wherever her
soul and spirit resides, no doubt Natalie would.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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